Unto a golfer, sick with shame,
Late of a night the Devil came;
The Old Boy said with oily leer,
"Why are you sitting grieving here?
What low score would it take for you
To trade your soul, a seventy-two?"
The golfer cried to the grinning Nick,
"For seventy-two, I'd sell it quick!"
"Done!" said the Devil. "Put it thar!
Tomorrow, you'll shoot even par!
Now go to bed, and rest content,
See you later...," and out he went.
His bargain true, the Devil kept;
From tee to tee, the golfer stepped,
Making the short holes, and the far,
As he had been promised, in par.
Twice, he had putts for birdies three,
But better than par could not be.
His friends rejoiced, as good friends do,
But he frowned on the seventy-two.
"Once, I was stymied by a tree,
And I missed two short putts," said he;
"But for that rotten luck of mine,
My score would have been sixty-nine!"
Before his golf shoes unbuckled,
Deep in hell, the Devil chuckled!
(Anonymous)
There is nothing sinful in playing golf, or most any other activity in this world. But there are many ways that golf, or any other activity, can become a sin. For example, the golfer in the poem above had an insatiable passion for making a better score. This can cause many to fudge or cheat to improve their score. Or what if the obsession costs so much, family or charitable obligations are curtailed? Any activity in this world can become an "idol" by rising to an addiction that demands more attention than God, or career, or family. Have you taken inventory of your lifestyle lately?
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